Because its the two of us
Two stubborn people
Two dreamers
With people up on pedastools
We refuse to get them down from there
And our own ideas
That we refuse to get over.

I want to blame it on you
And then feel it myself
Because there's nowhere to throw
The angry darts on.

I hoped the rain would cleanse
And all it did was make me sick
Because relationships are but montages
And I trace your map through all of my brain.

Its too much to erase.

I am sorry
Not because you are the one.
Not because I am not the one.
But because
You are my most obvious idiosyncrasy.